Let the saints new anthems raise

Verse 1

Let the saints new anthems raise: Wake the morn with gladness: God Himself, to joy and praise, Turns the martyrs' sadness: This the day that won their crown, Opened heaven's bright portal, As they laid the mortal down, And put on the immortal.

Verse 2

Never flinched they from the flame, From the torture, never; Vain the foeman's sharpest aim, Satan's best endeavor: For by faith they saw the land Decked in all its glory, Where triumphant now they stand With the victor's story.

Verse 3

Faith they had that knew not shame, Love that could not languish, And eternal hope o'ercame That one moment's anguish. Up and follow, Christian men! Press through toil and sorrow! Spurn the night of fear, and then O the glorious morrow!